I miss you Sam!!

I miss you Sam!!

Monday, June 29, 2015

My World!!

Another
new week!! The time does fly whether you’re having fun or not, but fortunately
for me, I nearly always have fun!!One
of the best things about visiting Seattle is being able to go to the beach!! I
do love the water!! So, of course, my friends took me to the beach for a few
hours before it was time to return to Portland. And, I’m sharing a few of those
moments with you today – yes, Seattle is still my “other” home!!

Hope
all of you have had a great weekend and that you are ready for a new week – and
hopefully it will be a great new week!!

I
have found that if you
love life, life will love you back- Arthur Rubinstein.

All
life is an experiment. The more
experiments you make, the better– Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Happiness is like a
butterfly.
The more you chase it, the more it eludes you.
But if you turn your attention to other things,
It comes and sits softly on your shoulder. - Henry David Thoreau

I
think everyone should be told
they’re beautiful until they believe it – Unknown

Happiness
always sneaks in a door you did not think was open – Anony-mouse.

What Can I Say?

I'm interested in almost everything. Use to like to travel, but it's too expensive now. I take Tai Chi classes, swim, volunteer in a Jump-start program for pre-schoolers. I'm an avid reader and like nearly everyone these days I follow politics avidly. I'm a former teacher and Special Projects Coordinator for a Telecommunications company, Assistant to the President of a Japanese silicon wafer manufacturing company. Am now enjoying retirement -- most of the time. I have two daughters, one son-in-law and two sons scattered all over the country. No grandchildren.

Stop Hate Starting Here

I Never Saw Another Butterfly

So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellowPerhaps if the sun’s tears would singagainst a white stone....

Such, such a yellowIs carried lightly ’way up high.It went away I’m sure because it wished to kiss the world good-bye.

For seven weeks I’ve lived in herePenned up inside this ghetto.But I have found what I love here.The dandelions call to meAnd the white chestnut branches in the court.

Only I never saw another butterfly. That butterfly was the last one.Butterflies don’t live in here, in the ghetto.

Written by Pavel Friedman, June 4, 1942 Born in Prague on Jan. 7, 1921.Deported to the Terezin Concentration Camp on April 26, 1942. Died in Aushchwitzon Sept. 29, 1944.

Thank You, Anthony!!

Check out his blog and photos!

Chasing Ashes

I love to write and it has been a hobby for a long time. Mysteries were always my escape reading during some of the darker times of my life and I finally decided to give it a try. I've actually written seven over the years. Unfortunately, my last computer disaster resulted in my losing three of the latest four. I did manage to salvage this one.